As the Beastknight swings his sword down at the head of Apollon, the King transforms the stone floor of the Keep surrounding the Hunter's feet into a thick, slippery hole of moist leaves so that if he makes any evasive maneuvers to escape the blow he'll be sent sprawling to the floor.
*And I'm killing off Apollon cause he's a problem character. Plus I wanna expand on the Beastknight.*
The Knights sword, with a sickening crunch, splits the hunters head in two, killing him instantly. The Beastknight breaths heavily as it cleans its sword.
*Oh dang. Okay then.*
The Autumn King stands tall and cold over the Hunter's corpse. His face inscrutable above the leafy mask. "You swung true." He bends down and pulls his jack-o'-lantern helmet out and places it on the ground. The pumpkin's eyes light up and it sucks what is left of Apollon's Frenzied Flame out of the corpses bones and through the jack-o'-lantern's carved smile. "He shot at the moon but hadn't the sight to aim nor a plan should he succeed."
*Well since he consumed him he now has the powers of the Frenzied Flame*
The Beastknight bows before the king, kneeling. "Lord....is...fair..."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Autumn King stands tall and cold over the Hunter's corpse. His face inscrutable above the leafy mask. "You swung true." He bends down and pulls his jack-o'-lantern helmet out and places it on the ground. The pumpkin's eyes light up and it sucks what is left of Apollon's Frenzied Flame out of the corpses bones and through the jack-o'-lantern's carved smile. "He shot at the moon but hadn't the sight to aim nor a plan should he succeed."
*Well since he consumed him he now has the powers of the Frenzied Flame*
The Beastknight bows before the king, kneeling. "Lord....is...fair..."
*Ooh sick! What does that entail?*
"Rise," says the King, "You fought well. You defended the Keep valiantly. I am reassured knowing you are here to defend my people when I am elsewhere."
The Autumn King stands tall and cold over the Hunter's corpse. His face inscrutable above the leafy mask. "You swung true." He bends down and pulls his jack-o'-lantern helmet out and places it on the ground. The pumpkin's eyes light up and it sucks what is left of Apollon's Frenzied Flame out of the corpses bones and through the jack-o'-lantern's carved smile. "He shot at the moon but hadn't the sight to aim nor a plan should he succeed."
*Well since he consumed him he now has the powers of the Frenzied Flame*
The Beastknight bows before the king, kneeling. "Lord....is...fair..."
*Ooh sick! What does that entail?*
"Rise," says the King, "You fought well. You defended the Keep valiantly. I am reassured knowing you are here to defend my people when I am elsewhere."
*Control over flames and ability to create fire*
He slowly stands. "King...is...wise...Beastknight...loyal...to...Lord..."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Rise," says the King, "You fought well. You defended the Keep valiantly. I am reassured knowing you are here to defend my people when I am elsewhere."
*Control over flames and ability to create fire*
He slowly stands. "King...is...wise...Beastknight...loyal...to...Lord..."
*Sweet, but I think I can come up with a better use for this power...*
"I think it only fair that I reward you for your loyalty." says the King. He stoops down and picks up the pumpkin head. Grabbing a cornucopia horn hanging at his belt, he tilts the pumpkin head and a stream of red hot flames pours like liquid from the jagged mouth into the horn. Then he extends the horn to the Beastknight. "Take this, if you will, and drink the power of the Frenzied Flame. The might once wielded agains the Autumn Country can be used to protect it instead."
"Rise," says the King, "You fought well. You defended the Keep valiantly. I am reassured knowing you are here to defend my people when I am elsewhere."
*Control over flames and ability to create fire*
He slowly stands. "King...is...wise...Beastknight...loyal...to...Lord..."
*Sweet, but I think I can come up with a better use for this power...*
"I think it only fair that I reward you for your loyalty." says the King. He stoops down and picks up the pumpkin head. Grabbing a cornucopia horn hanging at his belt, he tilts the pumpkin head and a stream of red hot flames pours like liquid from the jagged mouth into the horn. Then he extends the horn to the Beastknight. "Take this, if you will, and drink the power of the Frenzied Flame. The might once wielded agains the Autumn Country can be used to protect it instead."
*okay!*
The Beastknight lets out a low rumble in his throat, backing up. "Forgive...Beastknight....will...will...not...drink...like...poison..."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Wendigo, hearing the commotion outside the keep, peeks out of the entrance to see the Autumn King and the Beastlord. Noctis, floats beside him. "Is everything alright? It sounded like there was a scuffle earlier."
The Wendigo, hearing the commotion outside the keep, peeks out of the entrance to see the Autumn King and the Beastlord. Noctis, floats beside him. "Is everything alright? It sounded like there was a scuffle earlier."
The Beastknight turns. "Beastknight...killed...Hunter..."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Rise," says the King, "You fought well. You defended the Keep valiantly. I am reassured knowing you are here to defend my people when I am elsewhere."
*Control over flames and ability to create fire*
He slowly stands. "King...is...wise...Beastknight...loyal...to...Lord..."
*Sweet, but I think I can come up with a better use for this power...*
"I think it only fair that I reward you for your loyalty." says the King. He stoops down and picks up the pumpkin head. Grabbing a cornucopia horn hanging at his belt, he tilts the pumpkin head and a stream of red hot flames pours like liquid from the jagged mouth into the horn. Then he extends the horn to the Beastknight. "Take this, if you will, and drink the power of the Frenzied Flame. The might once wielded agains the Autumn Country can be used to protect it instead."
*okay!*
The Beastknight lets out a low rumble in his throat, backing up. "Forgive...Beastknight....will...will...not...drink...like...poison..."
His candlelit eyes flicker strangely, "Very well then. I understand your reluctance to use such power once wielded for dark purposes. You do not wish to drink the Frenzied Flame?" He says, offering it one last time through this question.
Helianth senses something in the air... a familiar taste... and the smell of blood. It turns and begins to head towards the Keep of Painted Leaves, hoping that it is right in its assumption.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Rise," says the King, "You fought well. You defended the Keep valiantly. I am reassured knowing you are here to defend my people when I am elsewhere."
*Control over flames and ability to create fire*
He slowly stands. "King...is...wise...Beastknight...loyal...to...Lord..."
*Sweet, but I think I can come up with a better use for this power...*
"I think it only fair that I reward you for your loyalty." says the King. He stoops down and picks up the pumpkin head. Grabbing a cornucopia horn hanging at his belt, he tilts the pumpkin head and a stream of red hot flames pours like liquid from the jagged mouth into the horn. Then he extends the horn to the Beastknight. "Take this, if you will, and drink the power of the Frenzied Flame. The might once wielded agains the Autumn Country can be used to protect it instead."
*okay!*
The Beastknight lets out a low rumble in his throat, backing up. "Forgive...Beastknight....will...will...not...drink...like...poison..."
His candlelit eyes flicker strangely, "Very well then. I understand your reluctance to use such power once wielded for dark purposes. You do not wish to drink the Frenzied Flame?" He says, offering it one last time through this question.
"No...would...kill...Beastknight..." he grumbles, looking afraid under all his armor for once.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Helianth senses something in the air... a familiar taste... and the smell of blood. It turns and begins to head towards the Keep of Painted Leaves, hoping that it is right in its assumption.
Felix runs up beside it. "It's free! Here's our chance!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Helianth senses something in the air... a familiar taste... and the smell of blood. It turns and begins to head towards the Keep of Painted Leaves, hoping that it is right in its assumption.
Apollons corpse is gone, standing above it is the Beastknight. Blood taints his armor.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Helianth senses something in the air... a familiar taste... and the smell of blood. It turns and begins to head towards the Keep of Painted Leaves, hoping that it is right in its assumption.
Felix runs up beside it. "It's free! Here's our chance!"
The Beastknight raises its sword. "You...no...take...flame..."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Wendigo, hearing the commotion outside the keep, peeks out of the entrance to see the Autumn King and the Beastlord. Noctis, floats beside him. "Is everything alright? It sounded like there was a scuffle earlier."
The Beastknight turns. "Beastknight...killed...Hunter..."
"Oh, I see." The creature says seeing the carnage that took place more clearly now. "So things are safe now....?"
Helianth senses something in the air... a familiar taste... and the smell of blood. It turns and begins to head towards the Keep of Painted Leaves, hoping that it is right in its assumption.
Felix runs up beside it. "It's free! Here's our chance!"
The Beastknight raises its sword. "You...no...take...flame..."
"Well, not without permission from the king, of course!" The small, fluffy creature laughs.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Helianth senses something in the air... a familiar taste... and the smell of blood. It turns and begins to head towards the Keep of Painted Leaves, hoping that it is right in its assumption.
Apollons corpse is gone, standing above it is the Beastknight. Blood taints his armor.
The crooked flower continues to approach, stopping just outside of attacking distance. It bend its roots to tilt downwards, 'bowing' before the Autumn King (assuming he's still there). Normally, it wouldn't care to be so courteous, but this is an opportunity it can't afford to mess up. The Flame is surely close at hand.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The Beastknight lets out a low rumble in his throat, backing up. "Forgive...Beastknight....will...will...not...drink...like...poison..."
His candlelit eyes flicker strangely, "Very well then. I understand your reluctance to use such power once wielded for dark purposes. You do not wish to drink the Frenzied Flame?" He says, offering it one last time through this question.
"No...would...kill...Beastknight..." he grumbles, looking afraid under all his armor for once.
"I admire you for recognizing your weaknesses. That is the key to greater strength." He straps the cornucopia, brimming with flame, to his belt. Then he fits the still smoldering pumpkin over his head, giving you a blazing grin. His form breaks apart into a cloud of leaves that are carried away by the wind. You notice some burning embers being swept along with the leaves as they vanish into the autumn sky through the window.
The Wendigo, hearing the commotion outside the keep, peeks out of the entrance to see the Autumn King and the Beastlord. Noctis, floats beside him. "Is everything alright? It sounded like there was a scuffle earlier."
The Beastknight turns. "Beastknight...killed...Hunter..."
"Oh, I see." The creature says seeing the carnage that took place more clearly now. "So things are safe now....?"
It nods.
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*Well since he consumed him he now has the powers of the Frenzied Flame*
The Beastknight bows before the king, kneeling. "Lord....is...fair..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Ooh sick! What does that entail?*
"Rise," says the King, "You fought well. You defended the Keep valiantly. I am reassured knowing you are here to defend my people when I am elsewhere."
*Control over flames and ability to create fire*
He slowly stands. "King...is...wise...Beastknight...loyal...to...Lord..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Sweet, but I think I can come up with a better use for this power...*
"I think it only fair that I reward you for your loyalty." says the King. He stoops down and picks up the pumpkin head. Grabbing a cornucopia horn hanging at his belt, he tilts the pumpkin head and a stream of red hot flames pours like liquid from the jagged mouth into the horn. Then he extends the horn to the Beastknight. "Take this, if you will, and drink the power of the Frenzied Flame. The might once wielded agains the Autumn Country can be used to protect it instead."
*okay!*
The Beastknight lets out a low rumble in his throat, backing up. "Forgive...Beastknight....will...will...not...drink...like...poison..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Wendigo, hearing the commotion outside the keep, peeks out of the entrance to see the Autumn King and the Beastlord. Noctis, floats beside him. "Is everything alright? It sounded like there was a scuffle earlier."
The Beastknight turns. "Beastknight...killed...Hunter..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
His candlelit eyes flicker strangely, "Very well then. I understand your reluctance to use such power once wielded for dark purposes. You do not wish to drink the Frenzied Flame?" He says, offering it one last time through this question.
Helianth senses something in the air... a familiar taste... and the smell of blood. It turns and begins to head towards the Keep of Painted Leaves, hoping that it is right in its assumption.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"No...would...kill...Beastknight..." he grumbles, looking afraid under all his armor for once.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Felix has a use for the Frenzied Flame. He's going to cook it and feed it to Helianth if he can get his paws on it.*
*Also, I'm back from volunteer work.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Felix runs up beside it. "It's free! Here's our chance!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Apollons corpse is gone, standing above it is the Beastknight. Blood taints his armor.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Beastknight raises its sword. "You...no...take...flame..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Oh, I see." The creature says seeing the carnage that took place more clearly now. "So things are safe now....?"
"Well, not without permission from the king, of course!" The small, fluffy creature laughs.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The crooked flower continues to approach, stopping just outside of attacking distance. It bend its roots to tilt downwards, 'bowing' before the Autumn King (assuming he's still there). Normally, it wouldn't care to be so courteous, but this is an opportunity it can't afford to mess up. The Flame is surely close at hand.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I admire you for recognizing your weaknesses. That is the key to greater strength." He straps the cornucopia, brimming with flame, to his belt. Then he fits the still smoldering pumpkin over his head, giving you a blazing grin. His form breaks apart into a cloud of leaves that are carried away by the wind. You notice some burning embers being swept along with the leaves as they vanish into the autumn sky through the window.
*Thanks for reminding me about that.*
It nods.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.